Ye Mingmei's body stiffened, remembering Su Yiru's intense reaction from before, and she became somewhat flustered, "Butler, quickly, get the spare key!"
"Yes, Miss." The butler was also flustered, turned around, and quickly went downstairs to get the spare key.
When the key was brought, Ye Mingmei quickly opened the door and was the first to rush in.
"Mom..."
In the spacious bedroom, the Mediterranean-style decor added a touch of artful elegance to the grand atmosphere.
The furniture and decorations, predominantly in solid colors, carried a hint of coldness.
The air was devoid of any human presence, eerily quiet.
Ye Mingmei's steps froze, her eyes widened in shock, and she looked around before seeing Su Yiru asleep on the sofa.
She suddenly breathed a sigh of relief.
Just as she was about to step forward, she caught sight of the photo frame in Su Yiru's arms and halted.
It was Ye Zhanxing's memorial photo.
